If the only taxes I had to pay were bar taxes, like the man in the cartoon, I wouldn't have to pay very much. Today I filed federal returns thru Turbo Tax, which works fine for federal, not so good for state. I'll do those myself. After tedious tasks, it makes sense to treat oneself, which I did. I put on my red blouse and walked down Meridian Avenue to Cafe a la Folie, where I drank a good Bordeaux. Tell me, how do you treat yourself?
Lovers embraced.
I had a view of inside and outside.
A patron stretched out at the bar.
On my walk, doors to courtyards previously locked were open. White flowering begonias flourished outside--have you seen them starved on windowsills up north?
I had never seen this fountain up close.
The cat ignored me.
The most sexual of flowers, the male sex, that is.
And a tree harboring a bromeliad.
Are you done with your taxes?
